Wet Paint

Just as I thought I would see the end of painting this week in the workhouse I came across this naughtily dropped paint tub which conveniently left a rolling trail on my way home. I was on my bike and must have confused some of the idle drivers in the rush hour traffic as I stopped to blip this in the pissing rain. After cycling ten miles I was soaked to the bones anyway so the rain made no difference. Glad my Pentax is waterproof.
I got a wee bit more painting to do this weekend on a shelf that Mrs. Tuttle is so desperately wants to fill.... with stuff.
Work for Tuttle Jnr tomorrow at the library too.
Busy, busy.